Monologs of a Water Tiger

New York Facet 1

It’s morning now
Them New Yorkers hurried
Between cobbled pavements
And potholed routes
Stuffy subway stations
Littered tracks
Leaking ceilings
Does dreams began
With state of the art headphones?
Can life commute
Without common courtesy?
I ponder the pitter patter
As I gaze at their
expressionless faces
Looking over
them dusty windows..
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2 responses to “New York Facet 1”

You have been busy,,, my in box is filled and I have a lot to catch up on and read…
however, it will be with pleasure that I take on the task of reading your compilation of poems, & other commentaries . . .
By the way, I resonate with this poem, touches a soft spot, being a former NYer… the early morning commute on the subway.

fiveloaf

I am a child usurped into the vagaries of an enigmatic world. Amidst that humdrum, I found in quiet solitude, a whole new world that I can finally breathe in. A world where there is no distinction between heaven, earth and man- between what is, what is to come and what has been..

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